“Raye’s gaze drifted to door number one, behind which Bobby Doucet waited. I could understand her eagerness. “Start what?” I asked. “Looking for Roland.” Becca’s gaze was equally captured by door number two and the promise of Owen McAllister. “Locator spell?” My own gaze flicked to door number three. “Henry wants to set a trap,” Raye said. My eyes flicked back. “He thinks Roland’s going to fall for a trap?” “If it’s baited right.” “Ah.” I knew exactly what bait they meant. Us. “We’ll be fine.” B...ecca set her hand on my arm. “Owen’s a marine. Just because he was in K-9 Corps doesn’t mean he can’t shoot a gun.” “We’re going to shoot Roland?” “Not we,” Becca said. “Owen and/or Bobby.” “Bobby’s a pretty good shot,” Raye continued. “Saved my life.” Could it be that simple? Could we dangle ourselves as bait, then shoot the bad guy and end it all? I had my doubts. But I was too tired to voice them, and what did I know? I was late to this party.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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